Theodora (Theo) Onken
Your incandescent light simply glows
Even in this grey-black world of despair
Your contenance-a superlative
Of weathered conditons, at one time, fair;
Upon the flora and fauna of this Earth
Quieting all the tears the rain has shed
Since the day of your immaculate birth;
Your birthday-always a celebration in December
Your day of passing and ascension celebrated in the Spring
This year our Easter is tomorrow- -
A day celebrating the hope it brings;
We need you more this day my Lord
Possibly more than ever before...
For this world of grey-black circumstance
'Tis truly love and kindness poor;
Rescue us from this-such a heavy burden- -
For you are love personified-most great
Awaiting your return-perhaps with The Rapture?
Before- it is, indeed, too late!
By, Theodora Onken
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